I glanced over my shoulder and found Frankie’s glowing stare aimed directly at us, though she was far enough away that I couldn’t tell which one of us she was staring at directly. Which only amped up the excitement of it all for me.
Looking back at Trav and the uncharacteristic smirk on his dark face confirmed that he was thinking the same thing. “Wanna make a bet?” I asked.
He rolled his eyes but didn’t skate away, “You never win those.”
I scoffed and skated backward away from him and toward my target. “First one to get her alone wins.”
Trav looked over at Frankie, and then his grin darkened. “What’s the prize?”
“We let her choose.” I winked, and my body heated just thinking about finally getting her alone again.
“Game on, brother.” He called, and I skated off toward the boards, turning to Frankie and finding her coming down the steps to the opening by the bench.
“What are you two up to?” She asked instead of a greeting with a skeptical look in her eyes.
“Nothing honorable.” I replied with a smirk, and her lips parted at my bluntness. “Tell me something,” I leaned on the boards, and she quickly looked around at the other parents milling around, but they were all too far away to overhear anything I said. “Were you a good girl?” Her chest heaved, and she quickly licked her lips, eyes darting to Travis on the ice. “Don’t look at him, look at me.” I demanded, and her eyes snapped back to me. “Were you a good girl the other night?”
She steeled her spine and crossed her arms over her chest, “I wassomething, the other night. Though I’m not sure anyone would classify it as good.”
Fuck.
Her words went straight to my dick.
“Did you kiss Travis like I told you to?” I urged and her cheeks pinked even more.
“Yes.” She whispered, glancing around us again.
“Did you like it?” I pushed, gripping the top of the boards, begging her to play my game with me.
“Elliot,” She warned and then took a deep breath when I didn’t waver. “Yes.”
“More than you liked my kiss?” Cocking my head to the side, I challenged her even more, “Or do you need a refresher so you can decide?”
“You’re trouble.” Frankie hissed, glancing over my shoulder again and then back to me before she took an almost invisible step forward. “Maybe I want a refresher.”
“After practice is over.” I started firmly.
“The kids—” She shook her head, like she was shaking off the spell that weaved around us.
“Leave it to me.” I said and gave her a quick grin. “I’ll be seeing you then.”
Skating back into the chaos of Tiny Tot’s hockey, I held her gaze until I had to give my attention back to the kids. Glancing up at the play clock on the wall, I started making plans as I counted down the last twenty minutes of practice.
Twenty minutes.
Then Frankie Blake was going to get a taste of a Net Crashers double team.
They were up to something.I probably should have run for the hills after Eli’s dirty warning in the middle of practice, but part of me was waiting to see if he was kidding or not. Part of me didn’t want him to be, but the sane part of me knew he was. Or at least knew he should be.
Something was seriously wrong with both infuriatingly sexy hockey players, and the longer they acted like they were okaywith the fact that I kissed both of them in the same night, hell, the same hour, I worried about their mental stability.
It wasn’t normal.
People labeled women terrible things for even talking to two men at the same time, let alone kissing them. God knew I didn’t have time for any more small-town talk and gossip about my name. I’d earned enough of that years ago when I showed back up after leaving without a backward glance, this time with two kids on my hip.
No way was I going to welcome any more talk.
Even if Eli and Travis were just tempting enough to pause long enough to contemplate it.
